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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 9, 2016 6:22:24 GMT
she had grown up tucked behind thick jungle, so weaving in and out of the dense greenery was far from challenging. most she had seen were deterred by the mysteries of the island, as if some dirty secret. paradis was born beside the ocean just as her mother and father, and maybe that was why she had a deep rooted appreciation for the wild cerulean waves and brash salt air. it was her first real exploration of tathra since arriving, having chosen to stay as far away from others as possible. she was a black hole, her mother said: void, persuasive. she could suck you in at any moment, and most of the time you wouldn't even know. love was an unspoken word in her arsenal of poison. paradis faked it better than anyone she had ever seen, even schindler when she'd watch from afar. the iron born daughter reaped all in her path. she mirrored her father's rage, she lived to see red.
and while the loneliness could be crippling, it gave her time to think. this place was new and exciting and while her heart yearned for more, paradis was well aware what she would be giving up by deserting it. the hunger that drove her here was the same hunger that put her blade in ohio's back. it was the same hunger that made her run her lover off the cliff side, a sense of deja vu that she couldn't place. while her mother's love and passion for the sea ran strongly within her, the passion to hate rose above all else. so there she was, emerging from the jungles grasp to look about the vast white washed desert and crystal clear ocean. peace came to paradis as soon as her hazel eyes lay waste. where others sought noise and reaction, she was just as comfortable in the silence. overhead the sun set, skies turning purple like a bruise on a young girls eye. and the daughter of the reaper and water spirit stood alone. she was always so, so alone.
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"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Jul 12, 2016 2:07:25 GMT
M A N O N
The ocean felt fierce, to Manon. No matter its state - whether it be raging and stormy or sweet and calm, the power that surged within every aspect of it's being was always there. It was ever-changing, wearing a myriad of skins but always, always claiming what was rightfully it's own. She pondered whether or not the old owner of the islands had found his death in it's embrace. It seemed a fitting death for an ocean king. She'd heard many rumours about this land, not only the islands but the whole of Tathra. It had a history filled with blood and treachery - of great kings and lowly usurpers. Truthfully, she had seen and met many horses as she wandered through the vast land - but very few left of what she liked to call the "old blood". The blood that had built the foundations of the kingdom - now crumbled to whispers and second-thoughts. Of course she herself was not of such blood, she was as much a usurper and stranger as any. Perhaps, though, perhaps it was time for a new dynasty.
Her soft sooty lips bared into the semblance of a grin at that. The sun was beginning to set, casting the skies in red and purple, spreading like a beautiful disease. If she could appreciate anything, Manon appreciated the earth around her in all it's various suits. One day, when her empire was established, her childrens children walking the earth, she would find the most beautiful corner of the earth and surrender to death with a smile in her eyes. She was not afraid of death. She had paused to gaze at the changing sky for a moment, but continued onwards a moment later - moving like silk through water. She spotted the girl from a fair few paces back and paused, watching her for a moment. Cast in red: so fitting. There was no telling who or what she was like, but Manon had no fear but the fear of losing herself, and such a thing was not going to happen. She stepped outward, moving gracefully to stand next to the stranger (though the stranger seemed much more familiar upon the sands than Manon herself).
"You're as bloody as the sky tonight." She said matter-of-factly, the depth of her voice both surprising and captivating. "I suppose you live here." There was no question in it, just a statement, but she did hope the girl answered - silence was lovely, but Manon bet her life what the girl had to say was lovelier.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 12, 2016 4:38:21 GMT
time stood still when you were alone in silence, suspended there to look on in morbid curiosity whilst everything else continued to move in its own, vicious cycle. paradis could hear feather weight footsteps and normally she would have coated herself in venom and pressed as close as could be. but the air was light and she was not feeling vicious, per say. inside of her chest, her heart thumped on quietly, anticipating every move in which the stranger made. in no time they were standing shoulder to shoulder: paradis kept looking out to the ocean, ears flickering cautiously to inspect the others aura carefully. the strangers voice, ever so feminine, struck a cord within her. a ripple effect, tightening her throat as she moved her hazel eyes to breathe in the essence of the dark skinned manon. they described her skin like blood. where others could have taken offense, she relished the compliment. paradis could only return the favor. “and yours, like an opal galaxy carved within the rocky ruins of ancient caverns.” she curled her lips over pearl white canines, grinning madly, lit up by the moon beams.
i suppose you live here. paradis turned away from the other, then, blinking ever so slow as deep auburn lashes coveted her dark gems. “for now,” paradis said gently, slowly slipping into a new face. “i don't stay places long. do you?”
she asked because she might have been curious. genuine, uncompromised curiosity. but paradis was too cool for it, like black ice waiting for its next victim. that's who she was, the devourer of hearts and souls and really, she didn't worry about it much. she liked to feel high on every else's misery, even though this pale woman ... didn't seem miserable at all. instead, she seemed like the light at the end of a dark road. she was the only streetlight between the park and home, a comforting light. something that warmed your heart or eased your worry. and paradis never liked feeling weak, but she liked this comfort. the red woman started forward a few steps - looking back with that shit faced grin and a glint in her eyes that beckoned manon to her. “may i show you around then, my opal ruin?”
paradis bat her eyes and flickered her long, curly auburn banner. the night was still young and full of opportunities.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 12, 2016 15:46:52 GMT
▼SPACED., fixed! sorry for the crap comparison now i was caught off guard~
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 15, 2016 20:20:41 GMT
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"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Jul 18, 2016 2:59:12 GMT
M A N O N
There was a sharpness in the air between them, an electric current of something - Ambition, perhaps, or desire? Whichever it was, Manon was enjoying it thoroughly. She was young and vibrant and full of passion for everything. Her skin was alive with the soft touch of the night air, the spray of salt and the rough caress of the island sand - she could feel herself living, the ambrosial pump of blood through vein, her heart contracting and her lungs filling. The very fibre of her being was felt in even the most minuscule of movements. She was a woman alive, and open to all pleasures. She caught the wildfire of her companions mad grin, finding recklessness in the bone white teeth and moonlight.
“may i show you around then, my opal ruin?” Manon eyed the other woman with both interest and wariness - for while she was young and vibrant and full of life: she wanted to stay that way. There was an off-ness about the girl that spoke of lineage and bad blood, that which oft led to madness. But surely she, herself, could have claimed the same - and so she accepted with a mere nod of her head, senses alive and her silver lashes lowered subtly. Women did not interest her sexually, though she loved the fierceness of women, and though she could admit that her still nameless companion was a red flame of desire, she did not feel the burning in her loins. Still, no harm in playing.
"My name is Manon," she tested, a gleam in her eyes, "from across the vast and terrible ocean." She cast a wide glance across the calm, black waters and did not spare a second thought for home.
WHIPSTER. ew sorry this is crap and sorry it took so long to get to you <333 |
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 25, 2016 6:11:51 GMT
"we turned the whole world around,
fed the lions and chose to ignore all
morals and guided paths because i was
fire and you were the ice."
Paradis could not help grinning at her, even when the humour had long since past. The silent did not feel heavy, but instead a burst of enlightenment. She had not yet met someone so full of life here, more so bland and careless individuals. Her fire could be explosive, and she knew that. Her ears flickered back and she twisted her body to face further away as she introduced herself — Manon. The opal and bay woman was now unveiled, and it gave Paradis a curiously delicious upper hand, whether either of them knew that or not. After all, the daughter of the Blue Wolf's descendant had iron and salt in her veins and she could have been unstoppable. This was going to be interesting, she thought.
Her pride was too intact to give up her name that easily. The red woman now turned back and examined her companion thoroughly. Her blood was new, fresh, unlike any she had yet experienced. This one was not from her home, that was for sure. But where, then? It tasted dirty in her mouth, the arrangement of questions, wanting to tear Manon apart by crawling inside of her head. A wildfire started to bubble in her chest, almost an emitted growl but she had too much control over herself now. It was becoming more apparent to which face would fit best, and slowly Paradis shimmied into someone else's skin. “I've never heard a name like that,” she replied, finally. How long had she been entranced with thinking about the fortnight?
“Peculiar skin, peculiar name ... Manon, it has a sweet taste.” Paradis licked her teeth and collected her tongue quickly, deciding it was best to pick apart this stranger now. Whatever she was capable of ... Paradis wanted it on her side and not the enemies. “So where, then, do you come?”
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